Jul 03, 2005
I make it to the metro, find my train...yeah I'm doing good, I tell myself. This of course is about the time I realize that the name of the exit I'm supposed to take out of the station to get on the tram has been cut off..."Well how many exits could there be?" Oh about five. So now I'm circling the station, trying to decipher signs that mean absolutly nothing to me, I even tried to ask for help, but based on the man turning and walking away I assumed he had little to offer. But, I finally found my tram, and made it to the hostel.
Sleep...sleep is good.
So I step off the plane and get my new stamp and am officially in Prague! I'm feeling pretty smart because I've managed to find my way thru the airport without problem...maybe it's the signs in English, but hey you have to build confidence some how. So now I have to catch the bus, I find this requires tickets. Stepping onto the bus I cleverly wait to see what in the world I'm to do with this ticket...you stamp it in the machine. Do I have to stamp this everytime? How do they know I've stamped it? Heaps of people don't even seem to have tickets? It sounds terrible, but when you're in a country where English isn't the main language, you find your self endlessly fearing that people are trying to rip you off. You've read the travel books, you've heard the stories: "and my last night there my passport and wallet were stolen..." "never take a taxi"...etc, etc. So you make a choice...stay paranoid or, try to assume the best in those around you, and just try to figure out as much as possible without asking questions that may not even be understood anyway